This Is the End

My undergrad life has officially ended.  I have attended both the Convocation ceremony and the Grad Ball. I was actually quite nervous for Convocation. There was something about getting my diploma that made me restless. I was not ready to close that chapter of my life. For four years, I spent most of my days at JMSB either in class or at the JMAS office. All this involvement made it really hard for me to let go. When I put on my grad gown, I suddenly felt ready to move on. In that split second, I grew up and was excited to walk through that newly opened door. That feeling lasted until I was standing backstage, ready to walk across the stage to shake hands with the university president, provost and the dean. All that confidence jumped out of the window and I became nervous as hell. “What If I trip? What if I look horrible on the TV screen? What if they mispronounce my name?” But like my parents have taught me in all these years, I sucked it up and went for it.  I thought all of this would be a really exciting moment, but really all you do is walk, shake hands and take a picture. All of that last 30 seconds and I was invited to go back to me seat and sit for another 2 hours.

Grad ball on the other hand was way more entertaining. Cocktail hour, dinner, open bar and dance floor with some of the greatest people I’ve met. I wore a purple peplum dress, a gold statement necklace from BCBG and my nude Miu Miu heels. I’m seriously going to miss being an university student. 

Diploma in hand - officially a Con U grad!

Shameless selfie with my date A


Montreal in the Dark

Late night shooting session with M in a dark, empty Montreal.  I haven’t gone shooting in a long time, so it definitely felt good to take the camera out. Plus M just recently bought a new Nikon, so he was happy to be taking pictures too. It was really cool to see places that are usually super crowded and busy, like Decarie blvd, all quiet and empty. At first it felt awkward because it felt so foreign. But the new perspective ended up being quite refreshing.  This night trip wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t stop by the St. Joseph Oratory for pictures. As if the empty city isn’t quiet enough, the oratory was extra quiet. Montreal was beautiful from up there though. It really would’ve been perfect if there weren’t delinquents drinking right behind us, yelling all kinds of crap while M and I are admiring the city lights. I mean, who the hell goes drinking in front of a church in the middle of the night?